The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

"Tch, come here and give me a hand, and I'll tell you." Fu Chenliang said

Shen Qingchuan didn't doubt that he was there, and stretched out his hand. As soon as he touched the warm palm, he was pulled by a sudden force, and fell into Fu Chenliang's arms.

The grown man's weight was on the injured chest, Fu Chenliang let out a muffled sound in pain, but the person he was thinking of fell into his arms, the pain was nothing, he grinned, and his long and narrow black eyes showed a triumphant smile .

Shen Qingchuan smelled a faint smell of blood, his wrist was firmly grasped by a broad hand, like iron shackles, pulled, unable to break free, one side of his arm was poked by withered yellow fluffy long grass.

Regardless of whether the large movements of the struggle would aggravate Fu Chenliang's injuries, Shen Qingchuan put his elbows against his strong chest and said coldly, "Let me go!"

He was completely angry, his brows and eyes were full of color, his eyes like clear springs were full of coldness, as if a thin layer of ice had formed, a ray of sunlight slanted down on Shen Qingchuan's cheeks, his crow-blue hair A few strands of silk hang down, setting off the complexion like white jade.

Shen Qingchuan's elbow pressed down on Fu Chenliang's injury, and Fu Chenliang let go of him, coughing up a trace of blood.

It seemed that he was really angry with such a big ruthless force.

"Cough cough cough..." Fu Chenliang coughed several times in succession.

Shen Qingchuan didn't sympathize with him at all, and asked in a cold voice, "Where's Boya?"

"Ahem...don't worry he won't die, run ahead..."

Before Fu Chenliang finished speaking, Shen Qingchuan was about to turn around and leave, as if ignoring him.

Fu Chenliang was lying in the haystack, with his hands on his forehead and some blood stains on his sleeves, looking at the fine sunlight and grass shadows falling from the gaps between the staggered withered yellow grass stalks, listening to the branches and grass leaves gently blowing with the autumn wind, rushing There was a rustling sound like waves, and the sound of horseshoes fading away.

What a heartless little thing.

It seemed that we could only wait for Lu Huizhi to find him before sending someone to rescue him. Fu Chenliang didn't dare to act rashly, and he was thrown off the back of a fast-running horse, which was no less than being knocked down by a moving car.

Fortunately, his luck has always been good.

The horse's front hooves were tripped by a branch lying across the road, and he was thrown flying, just in time to land in a fluffy withered grass. The haystack supported his whole body, reducing part of the impact.

The bone was injured, so he couldn't move around. To Fu Chenliang, getting hurt was commonplace, and he knew it.

When he saw Shen Qingchuan pushing away the half-person-high haystack, the sun fell on Shen Qingchuan's back, casting a hazy radiance on him, and the clear and graceful face was full of worry, just like what a foreign devil said An angel sent by God to save him.

It is undeniable that at that moment, his heart was moved.

However, the first sentence Shen Qingchuan asked broke Fu Chenliang's dream.

It was another person that the angel wanted to save, so he played a small trick viciously, regardless of the injuries on his body, and pulled Shen Qingchuan into his arms.

I don't know how long it took, and the sound of horseshoes came from the road again.

Fu Chenliang thought it was Lu Huizhi who came, but the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, as if someone was passing by on horseback.

About 10 minutes later, the horn of a car sounded.

"Drip-drip-"

"Mr. Fu, are you okay?" Lu Huizhi dismounted, trotted over to push aside the haystack, and saw Fu Chenliang lying in the haystack with his eyes tightly closed, with blood on his forehead and sleeves.

Lu Huizhi thought that Fu Chenliang was seriously injured and passed out, and was about to turn around to find a servant, when a deep male voice came from behind

"Miss Lu." Fu Chenliang opened his eyes and said aloud.

Fu Chenliang did not expect that Lu Huizhi would come so soon, he thought he would have to wait for a while.

Seeing that Fu Chenliang was still alive, Lu Huizhi felt relieved when she raised her throat. If something happened to Fu Chenliang, the future successor of the Qing Gang would die in her house, and the Lu family would no longer have to hang out in Bohai City, not to mention the Qing Gang. If someone wants to settle accounts with the Lu family, will other firms lend a helping hand? In order to please Mr. Fu of the Green Gang, there will probably be many firms that have troubled the Lu family.

Seeing that Fu Chenliang was still able to speak clearly, the injury must not be too serious.

Lu Huizhi breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fu Chenliang, "As soon as I heard the loud noise, I rode over and drove over. Third Young Master Shen ran fast. I saw him turn back on the way and said that you were injured, and the fractures should not move easily. , it’s best to send a car there.”

"I turned back and asked the servant to drive over in a car. The guest just happened to be a doctor who studied Western medicine, so I brought him along." Lu Huizhi knew a little common sense, knowing that Fu Chenliang had broken a bone when he fell from a horse, Do not move around at will.

The servants of the Lu family have never studied medical nursing. If Fu Chenliang is moved casually, his injury may be aggravated. The villa of the Lu family is close to the suburbs, and it takes an hour to go to the doctor. At that time, fortunately, a gentleman in a suit and tie and wearing glasses claimed to be a doctor who had returned from studying abroad and studied Western medicine.

Lu Huizhi just brought a few servants over, and rushed over with the doctor.

Hearing that Shen Qingchuan deliberately turned back and told Lu Huizhi to send a car over, Fu Chenliang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"What about him?" Fu Chenliang was more concerned about Shen Qingchuan's whereabouts, and asked Lu Huizhi.

"Master Shen rode out again after speaking, saying that he was going to find Miss Boya." Lu Huizhi said.

Lu Huizhi ordered the servants to clean up the tall haystack, and the servants followed the instructions of the doctor wearing glasses, and then carefully lifted One, Two, Three into the car and placed them horizontally on the rear seat.

The car can only seat 4 people, the doctor sits in the co-pilot, and Fu Chenliang lies in the back seat.

Lu Huizhi came here on horseback, so she stayed and asked the servants to clean up the horse and the fallen branches, and then drove back on horseback.

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On the other hand, although this kind of youth knows that Guan Boya should be fine.

But he couldn't see Guan Boya, he was still uneasy and worried.

Sweat was sticking to Shen Qingchuan's forehead, strands of sweat slid down his neck, his hair was blown messy by the wind, and he didn't have the demeanor of a gentle and refined nobleman before.

He ran along the road for about half an hour, and saw a big tree at the end of the flat road, followed by a nearly flat hillside and a vast grassland, with red silk strips hanging on it.

The trunk of the big tree is as big as three people holding hands, and the leaves on the crown are about the size of your palm. Although the leaves on the branches have been dyed yellow in late autumn, they are still stubbornly sticking to the branches. Shaking, making a rustling sound, and occasionally falling a few yellow leaves.

On the lush canopy, hundreds of red silk strips hang down and flutter in the wind. It is easy to think of people praying in temples, who tie the red silk strips of wishes on the trees.

Under the tree stood a red horse with a slender head and a long neck. After running wildly, its fur became more colorful, like a red maple leaf, and a fierce flame.

Hexi Sunlight, the golden crown of the tree, and thousands of red threads hanging down.

Shen Qingchuan's heart became a little more stable. He got off his horse. He rode too fast, and his legs were still weak. He walked under the huge tree panting, and stepped on the grass covered with thick fallen leaves with his boots. On the ground, the yellow leaves that had lost moisture were trampled to pieces, and Shen Qingchuan called out Guan Boya.

There was a rustling sound of leaves on the crown of the tree, and a yellow leaf fell from above, onto the top of Shen Qingchuan's black hair, and slid down the silky hair.

"Qingchuan?" A nice voice came from the tree.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and looked up, and saw Guan Boya with long hair tied up standing on a branch, holding a red ribbon in his hand, the yellow leaves were particularly bright yellow when the sunlight shone on them, and the leaves became Guan Boya's foil.

Guan Boya was standing on a branch, wearing a slim-fit riding suit, a brown sleeveless vest, and long black boots, making her legs look particularly slender, like a Western knight mentioned in the storybook.

Shen Qingchuan stretched out his hand, Guan Boya bent down, squatted down on one knee, held Shen Qingchuan's extended hand, and jumped down from the tree neatly.

"How did you come?

Guan Boya was a little curious why Shen Qingchuan came here alone, his little Haitang didn't know how to ride a horse very much, he remembered that he had asked Lu Huizhi to help take care of Shen Qingchuan.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a kiss from Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan leaned forward directly, pressed his lips against Guan Boya's thin lips, held Guan Boya's face with both hands, covered his lips, closed his eyes, and his dense and long black eyelashes trembled tremblingly.

Shen Qingchuan put his arms around Guan Boya's neck, raised his head slightly, and kissed him. It seemed that only kissing could get rid of the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart that was surging like waves before, and melt those emotions in his heart. In this intimate kiss.

Guan Boya put his arms around Shen Qingchuan's waist, and held the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck with the hand holding the red ribbon, and began to grasp the dominant force. If Shen Qingchuan's kiss is like soft spring rain falling on grass leaves, limited to the surface, then Guan Boya's kiss is like the cold wind that breaks through the frost and snow, domineering and direct, going deep into the ground, trying to take away all the vitality in the spring.

Directly part the soft lips, like a skilled swordsman, sweeping away everything.

Jian Guang chased the spirit snake, entangled wildly, moved his lips and tongue, making it impossible for the spirit snake to escape, touched the palate lightly, it was crispy and numb, and Shen Qingchuan's waist instantly softened by half.

The swordsman is still tasting the delicious nectar, the sweet smell is like brewed fruit wine, with an intoxicating aroma.

Shen Qingchuan's face flushed very red, thinking about retracting the spirit snake, the swordsman took advantage of the victory and pursued, the sword light turned into a white dragon and took the soft spirit snake in one mouthful, sucking it as hard as if eating jelly.

When Shen Qingchuan was out of breath, Guan Boya let him go.

A little bit was involved, Shen Qingchuan's heart beat like a drum, joy like warm light filled his heart, and he was dizzy from being kissed.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes to look at Guan Boya, and saw that the lip fat on the corner of his mouth was blurred by kisses on one side of his mouth, by accident, he leaned over and licked it lightly, putting the lip fat on the tip of his tongue.

There is still a red tide on his face that has not subsided, his eyes are also moist, as if water is about to flow out, his clear and handsome face is dyed with a breathtaking beauty, as if he wants to turn into a fairy, and draw out the three souls and seven souls of others .

But something was wrong, Guan Boya grabbed Shen Qingchuan's wrist.